Chapter 44 Poorly.

Chapter 44: 44 Poorly.

"We treat him so poorly," Ayra whimpered. "I cannot even recall the last time his seed was sucked lovingly from his body!"

I could.

But Elsa nodded sagely as she worked on my lower back. "They say it’s crucial to do so regularly."

Man, they really knew how to rile me up. Their touches gradually shifted from therapeutic to flagrantly horny. If it started out medical enough to pass muster, it had quickly turned into something that would make a massage therapist lose her license.

"Turn over," Elsa commanded huskily.

When I complied, I discovered they had already stripped and applied oil to each other. Their skin shone with glossy lubricant—mainly their breasts.

"Sweet Lord Pappy Johnson," I muttered weakly at the sight.

"Now for Master’s naughty front," Ayra announced with a mischievous grin.

The oil turned everything slick as they abandoned all pretense of normal massage techniques and used their entire bodies as massage tools.

"You’re both going to be the death of me," I groaned as they found spots I didn’t know needed finding.

Elsa teased with her blue eyes locked on mine as her mouth reached my lips. "What a way for our handsome champion to go, though."

Ayra continued her dedicated exploration while I felt her silver rings drag against my skin and her hands wander lower.

Both women pressed their groins into my sides and ground against me, spreading their slick feminine fluids across my body.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I muttered aloud, unable to believe the scenario playing out.

"A virginal heroine’s champion of course deserves to be thoroughly worshipped," Elsa whispered against my lips.

Her hands possessively claimed my chest while she shot a warning glance at Ayra, who tried to edge into her territory with her boobs.

Ayra responded by pressing her entire body against my side with new degrees of pressure.

Her pussy left a damp trail along my thigh as she let out a reedy moan. "My master knows which heroine tends to his needs most lovingly," she countered with a wink.

"Love? Please—as if a dog could love like an elf," Elsa huffed indignantly.

"Oh? And how many times have you debased yourself to service him, princess?" Ayra asked in a falsely innocent tone. "Have you even sucked his cock once?"

A dramatic blush colored her cheeks. "It hasn’t occurred yet—but I would in a heartbeat!"

"So do it," Ayra said in a devious tone I’d never heard from her.

"Pardon yourself, girl? What did you say to me?!" the Princess asked indignantly.

"Suck. his. fat. cock. Do it." Ayra grabbed my member by the base and held it firm, nodding to it without breaking her gaze on Elsa’s eyes.

Elsa bit her lip. "I’ll have you know I would love to suck his cock. It just hasn’t come up yet, and I imagined the first time might be more... private."

"We’re party members, Your Highness," Ayra said with fake sweetness as she started stroking my shaft. "There are no people in the cosmos with a closer bond than us. Surely you aren’t too bashful to pray at the temple of our shared mate’s manhood, are you?"

"Certainly not, I assure you!" Elsa huffed. "Just watch me, then!"

I shook my head and started to offer a meek protest. "Ladies—that’s not really needed. You’ve both done enough and—"

"Shhhh, Master," Ayra said, pressing an index finger to my lips. "Let it happen."

So I did.

I watched as Princess Elsa crawled down my body and confidently placed herself between my legs.

Her lips hovered over my cockhead for a few seconds, not out of hesitation, but out of a desire to drag it out for my benefit—to make me want her more. Well, it worked.

"That’s it, Your Royal Highness," Ayra said as Elsa’s lips parted over my tip. "Take him inside your mouth. This is a lesson Juniper knew you’d have to learn."

"Sounds like I’m going to like Juniper," I muttered.

"Mmm," the Princess moaned as her head started bobbing, and I could tell that whatever Ayra was talking about, she agreed.

Ayra ground her sex into my leg as Elsa throated me. "Yes," she groaned. "Suck his cock. In Elfhaven, you were a regal princess, but in this house, in this party, you are the fated mate and party-bride to this man. Don’t forget it, Princess. We live to fight by his side and cum by his cock. We live to serve him and be serviced in turn by him."

Her words were clearly having an effect on the normally haughty princess, who started forcing herself deeper by the second, using her tongue more and more aggressively by the moment.

My hips bucked on their own, and I could no longer watch. I had to lie back and stare at the ceiling as the sensations grew too strong.

"Yes, Princess," she went on, "Though you were a spoiled girl back home, you know things are different here. In his lap. In his arms. Our world has different rules. So suck him down. Deeper. Deeper!" She grabbed Elsa’s nape and forced me all the way down her throat till she was choking.

"Whoa!" I shouted—but Elsa held up a hand to calm me, like she knew this was a necessary step on her journey.

After a moment, Ayra started guiding her manually, forcing me all the way down her throat with every fresh bob.

I wasn’t going to last for much longer like this. I let out a groan. "Ladies," I muttered. "Lights out. I’m about to blow."

Elsa wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled herself all the way down as I blasted in her throat, choking, gagging, eyes streaming with tears the entire time as Ayra massaged her scalp.

"Good princess," she cooed as the last twitch of my cock emptied the final drop of seed into her mouth. "I’m so proud of you."

Elsa finally pulled herself free of my dick and opened her mouth, showing off her pearly prize, then swallowed it down. "I will not be beaten by a dog," she said. "I am the more giving and caring lover."

"At this moment, that seems fair to say," I sighed with a drunken tone to my voice.

"For now," Ayra conceded as her eyebrows did the worm.

By the time they declared the massage complete, we were all thoroughly relaxed and thoroughly in need of cleaning. The living room smelled more like a porn set than a spa visit.

"Shower time," I declared, attempting to stand on wobbling legs. "Solo shower time."

"Not together?" Ayra suggested with faux innocence. She turned and bent over to adjust a towel, presenting her perfectly round—and red—backside once more. "I suppose my cruel master should take this opportunity to force his poor servant to scrub his back against her will, and then do to her what he just did to the regal Princess! How terrible! I spit at the possibilities! Pah-tooey!"

"Haven’t you two had enough?" I asked hoarsely, too used to the unnecessary spitting to bother challenging it anymore.

"Could we ever?" Ayra asked incredulously. "Our acts of service for the day are far from done! Our appetites have only just been teased awake, Master!"

Elsa stepped between us and effectively blocked my view of Ayra.

She squeezed me tightly and fluttered her lashes against my shoulder—butterfly kisses, I think they’re called. "I believe," she began with a tone that brooked no argument, "that since I was the one who triggered your release, I should be the one to assist you in the shower today, Sir Grey. After all, a princess’s touch is far superior to that of a common bitch."

That didn’t go over well.